Tag: NaBloPoMo

Pickled

Pickled

You know we hardly made any carrot halwa this winter, Mi. The delhi carrot is slowly phasing out of its season and can you imagine, I’ve only made the halwa once, what with Sury traveling or not really feeling inclined to enjoy it on his […]

The Softest Baby Skin

The Softest Baby Skin

Babies. Just the word brings on such a happy smile and warm feelings. Our entire being fills with peace. We think of innocence, soft skin, delightful gurgles and cuddly sweet-smelling bundles. Our Vidur was all of that, wasn’t he, Mi? Do you remember the day […]

Moved

Moved

I advertised on a couple of sites to sell our washing machine and “bedset” as they call a cot and mattress, Mi. I am totally in the space-making mode now. Contrary to the belief that everything goes like “hot cakes” there, the enquiries were few and far between. Except one, who wanted to process it through the site. Now my worry was having a third party pick up the washing machine, keeping it for a while and then returning it on a whim. There is no solid procedure here, and the reviews I’ve read totally put me off from accepting the “cashback” offer should I use the site’s services. I’d rather have someome come over, take a look, be satisfied, pay and collect the item.

So anyway – this weekend we decided we’d move some stuff around. For one, we brought the cot to your room, after folding up the one that was already there. This means space in the bedroom – otherwise I found myself walking sideways to my side of the bed. Also, we really didn’t need an unused bed in the room as a temporary spot to keep our washed and folded clothes. True, it was a good place to keep the extra pillows, but that problem is now solved. I’ve just stacked them next to the wardrobe, wrapped in a sheet.  I am looking forward to sprucing up the place on Monday. It also meant we could move the huge carton away from the living room to the bedroom corner, where it looks far more inconspicuous.

It was fun, especially with Sury happily singing away as we worked. I recalled those days when we’d plan to shift things around, and struggled between us to get things done. When Sury was home, it would all get done far quicker, thanks to his strength. Another problem with the two of us was getting side-tracked. We’d start with something, then the ideas would flow and we’d want to deviate from plan all the time. So hilarious. But then, unless we get started, how can we imagine new things? And so we just succumbed. Which is probably why it is far easier to clean up with Sury. He’s focused, which I am not when it comes to furniture arrangement. When we set aside a time for something, he makes sure it gets done in that time slot – which I often do not, when left to myself.

Mmmm. So anyway, the bed with the two mattresses looks so inviting and cozy. It reminds me of that Princess and the pea story and I can’t wait to take a nap on it! It also reminds me of how you were instantly alert to any minor bumps on the mattress! Oh gosh, and it reminds me of that time when we ordered that extra long mattress and then had a tough time trying to cut it to size. When we couldn’t, you just let it flow over the edge of your bed so Vidur could enjoy it as a slippery slide while we used it as a comfy backrest when we sat on the floor.

Coffee time now.

Time and Again

Time and Again

And yet again, we watched Waqt, one of the better films that keeps getting aired on TV, Mi. Of course, our theory is that the disc is right on top of the pile and they’re too lazy to actually plan what to show…but we don’t […]

Four

Four

I had a hilarious time booking 4 taxis before actually having one arrive today, Mi. As exciting as it is to be able to just open an app and call a taxi, it isn’t always what it seems. A wait time of 5 min before […]

Coconuts

Coconuts

I was the proud recipient of five coconuts over the last two weeks, thanks to haldi kumkum for the festivals gone by, Mi.

5 wasn’t a big number to go donate to the ashram, like we used to, those days. I remembered how we’d collect 15-odd coconuts and go give them at the ashram. I decided I would grate and store the coconuts, what with so much being said and read about the benefits of this wonder fruit. Yeah, what we already knew, we are reminded of via health marketing!

So I procrastinated for days before a spurt of energy fueled me, making it somehow urgent in my mind. Oh wait, I did have the ‘flu and tackling the coconuts was not even the last thing on my mind.

Anyway, today was the day and after winding up cooking in the morning, I sedately collected them all on the counter, washed them one by one thoroughly, cleared the edge of the sink and got going. One after the other, I cracked them. Then laboriously separated the kernel from the shell. I remembered how you used to be impressed at how I always managed to crack the coconut in exact halves.

Those days we used to use that wooden plank with the sickle, whose edge had a serrated edge to grate the coconut. Then we graduated to that rotary grater, where one of us would hold the stand down while the other turned the handle with the coconut half in place. I never liked that you know! I prefer our present method best. Cut the kernel out, and swish it in the mixer grinder!

So I grated two coconuts and packed them off into the freezer. Did you know 250 grams of grated coconut costs something like Rs.80? I was shocked!

And then there were three coconuts.

I made poornam out of one and a half for Sury. This time I cleverly added a quarter glass of milk and was thrilled to see that the poornam did not stick to the vessel! Turned out great.

And then there was grated coconut from 1.5 coconuts left.

Guess what I did! Chutney! Oh yum. I carefully stored it in the steel container in the freezer, dreaming of several helpings with various dishes.

Later in the afternoon when I thought I’d have some with roti, I found it was hard as a rock. I tried prying some of it loose with a knife, and only broke the knife’s blade! Ugh.

So I decided to delay my gratification until dinner time, when the chutney would have enough time to thaw. I should have just left it in the fridge, no? Ah well. The irony is, I managed to chip my finger and injure the skin!

Anyway, the silver lining was – at dinner time the chutney was perfectly thawed and I had a feast with dosas, relishing it to my heart’s content.! I missed you so much!